As expected, it didn't really take me long to readjust to life back in the States. It's been three weeks and part of me feels like I never left at all. The UK? Where's that? It's been good but I'm starting to get anxious to be done with this move already. Taking three months to move is brutal and we're only halfway done with the process. We were reassured that our stuff is indeed on a boat (I want to be on a boat) and depending on the line (BrE: queue) at the Panama Canal and US Customs, we should have our things again by mid to late November. I often look at my things and become jealous that they have seen more countries than me.
While I wait patiently (*scoff*) for our lives to once again be settled, I try to keep myself entertained as best I can. I'd like to add that my entertainment thus far as added around 5-10 lbs to my waistline. Thank you America.
Here are some photos from the last few weeks because, you know, that's all I got for now.
I typically don't drink too many fruity beers but when I do, nothing beats a Leinenkugel's. I've been a fan of their Berry Weiss beer for years now and I was excited to try this Lemon Berry Shandy. It didn't disappoint. I won't embarrass myself and tell you how fast I got through a six pack of it. My only defense was that I was still child-less at the time. I'm reckoning at least a pound was added to my waistline because of this beer.
While wandering around downtown, I happened to stop at this huge antique shop. Since I had time to kill (like a week and a half worth of time), I spent almost an hour here looking around at all the old shit. Just as I was about to leave, I spotted this - a Fisher Price Activity Center. It was....OK, listen, this was the same damn Fisher Price Activity Center I had when I was a baby. I stood in that antique shop and I pressed and pulled and twanged every "activity" on this thing and every time I knew the exact sound it was going to make before it made it. It was very Twilight Zone. Also, it made me feel pretty fucking old.
If you want to know the kind of shit I do when I'm bored, this is a perfect example. A couple Fridays ago I read in the paper that starting at noon, Milwaukee would be holding a two day Oktoberfest and per tradition there would be free beer from the first keg tapped until that keg ran out. So I went....by myself...and drank free beer and shook the mayor of Milwaukee's hand...and talked to some older couple for over an hour until my parking meter ran out (that's a real parking meter and not code for something else). This is a picture of the keg being tapped by the mayor of Milwaukee whose name I still don't know but who I didn't mind saying, "nice to meet you" as he handed me a free beer.
I didn't stop in here, but the name of the place made me laugh. Oh Milwaukee...you're so funny.
A trip to the Midwest in fall (BrE: autumn) would not be complete without a trip to the Saturday Farmer's Market. This was the first day of the weather being complete shit cold after a week of sunny 70's. This didn't stop the farmers from serving ice cold apple cider. Also, when you are out and about in very Republican suburban Wisconsin, it's probably not best to accept and proudly display the "Wisconsin for Obama!" sticker you were handed. I didn't know farmers were capable of such dirty looks to people handing them money for their goods.
After the complexity of fruit machines in the UK (I swear you need some sort of degree to figure out them out - preferably of the rocket science variety) I was looking forward to the simplicity of American slot machines\fruit machines. I really shouldn't have. Only having 6 buttons and a single screen didn't exactly stop me from seeing my money disappear, it just took a little longer.
Now here's a game I have a chance with...bar dice. While I managed to do really well, at the end of the day I don't think I really needed those free shots of whiskey.
This was taken this past week when my two favorite AmeriBrits got into town. I immediately took Henry to get his haircut but Andy insisted that he'd get his done once he got to California. He also said he'd wash his jeans at least once a week which we all know is terribly unlikely.
We took Henry to a farm\petting zoo. $20 bucks for us to all get in and all Henry wanted to do was play on the tractor in the parking lot. Kids, right? Can't live with 'em, can't leave them on the tractor while you go ahead into the zoo.
Well, that's about it for now. Since I'm single parenting for the next month and a half, I can't promise I'll have much in the way of adult themed updates (that sounds dirty) but I will try my best. Keep warm and to the California folks, Andy promised me he wouldn't go on a boat until I got out there so don't bother asking.
Don't even think about it.